Shiloh Shelton

Thirteen Souls

As I walk through the valley of deathI fear no evil, for I am evilThe lost souls call out to me, wailing so helplesslyMen, women, and children, have been waiting for centuries

The ashes in the air, the billowing tower of smokeI see thirteen bleeding souls once dead; thump again this nightThus, as I approach, hands from the ground, try to grip my blood stained cloak. A fight lies ahead, for those once dead, let me terrorize your fright

Evil has her wicked fury when what is mine is deniedStep aside, righteous ones you cannot hide behind your white lightThirteen souls I vow to claim this nightOne by one, imps gather and bind, they giggle in delight

I lower my lashes in sweet victory, savory the smellOpening my void black eyes to the ones wearing whiteI whisper, 'Every century, why must we have this fightI reach behind me to grab a black feather, a token of my devotion.